The Red

He had been walking around for sevearal days, drinking as much coffee, and tryuing to stay awake as lang as possible to escape the night mares. Every time he went to sleep, he would have them. He always woke up scearming, sweating p[rofusely. He never remembered what the were about. "Gotta stay awake.... Gotta stay.... Awake.. away... ka...." He saw many things... Dead people from his past... People he had betrayed... Every one who he had ever wronged, and they all were getting revenge. In his dreams he felt all the pain that he had ever inflicted upon anyone else. And it was all in red.